So you say leather doesn't scratch metal...

Ahhh, I love the fall. I love how the air gets crisp and cool. I love going to get my favorite sandwich and cup of hot soup at a local deli to mark the season change.
I am at this deli the other day, enjoying the sights and smells of the season. I excitedly take my to-go bag, pay for my food, and exit the deli toward my car in the parking lot. As soon as I exit the doors of the deli I see a woman, standing at the hood of my car with her obese handbag on my hood and all of it's contents scattered about.
Here we go...Seriously?
Now, my car being an "older gal" doesn't have the neat little door unlock thing where I could give this lady a warning to get the H off my hood. No no, that would be too easy. I actually have to walk up to my driver's door, unlock it by hand and get in. So there is no warning. Only face-to-face being busted. Once she sees me unlocking the car a look of horror comes over her face (yes, I would be embarassed, too, but I would probably never be doing this on someone else's car). She immediately starts dumping her crap back in her bag and mutters something about how she'll go ahead and get out of my way so I can leave.
Seriously?
The best part comes next.
As she turns to go, she grabs the strap of her handbag and drags her purse to her. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" was the sound that ricoched off the cement parking lot. Apparently, she had forgotten that on the bottom of her purse were those metal "feet" that some purses have. All I could do was stare at this woman. Only me. This could only happen to me. Someone is recording this right now. Someone is taping me and laughing at me.
We both stared at each other in shock because it was obvious what just happened. And, like nothing at all happened, she turned her back, started to walk away and only turned around to say, "Oh, don't worry, it's leather, it can't scratch anything."
What are you kidding me?!